Chris Burns-Sickabod Sane

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

1st Flow of 2006...available on MySpace

"Reality TV Reject Rapper"

You're lying in your home playing x-box right?
You're riding on the road with the red stop sign
You're trying to control who the red sox sign
You're dialing the phone of my sex hotline
I admire the aroma of my next hot client
I am flying her to roma for the bread dot wine
I quote old flows hold blow & cop nines
I'm not lying like a homeless rottweiler
Log out of myspace sit inside my whip
Yah look at my face listen to me spit
I mr. vibrate tickle little kids
You know I'm in your driveway comma little did
Move your head like a boomerang
My mood's too complex for the human brain
When you move through flesh like a puma fang
You finna move two legs like it's soon to rain
Oh well what hat happened was I had been did was rappin
But I had been in manhattan cause back then I hadn't had graduated
I actuated my bachelor rating back on that day in may
when they dit hat been told me congratulations
zenyatta mendatta police are coming
the coke's so cold I had to ease the rum in
another piece of gum brother keep it coming
a teacup of sperm on your c-cup or perm zing!
I run track & rap Michael Johnson
With a nike contract I'll spike your conscience with delightful nonsense
If you like the content if you don?t stay at home unless you like to
watch kid
I finna hire a fireman
& him finna climb a long ladder to give kong his vitamins
Women finna faint when they gauge the size of him
Cause him fingernails is the size of a violin
So him genitalia mismatched so wildly
Cause Naomi watts' crotch not the size of me
Mr. huge ape pack your suitcase
Get your big brown butt off the midtown bus

TUBE TOPS DOWN
MINI-SKIRTS UP
HOODIES ALL AROUND
CROWD INTO THE TRUCK
CRUISE DOWNTOWN
ENTER THE FIRST PUB
SHOTS ALL AROUND WE BOUND TO GET BUZZED-

I bring the baby to my crib
Baby in my crib wanna rattle & a bib
Baby gotta bah bah full of jack dan shots
She finna swallow like it's pac man's dots
I had the landlocked blues til my shamrock shoes
Walked me to the block where my man's got booze
It's sandlot rules where the Bangkok youths
Try to rank top two like the yank's matsui
Peacock me & spock we came to keep it hot
I quote the lullaby I hope to nullify
All notions colorized my potion's otherwise
I grope the upper thighs I hope to publicize
Does this sound like eminem
Or is this just a typical synonym
That I hear individuals innocently
Present as original criticism
I think people think what they tend to want
I'm in the lambo in rome during the renaissance
Michelangelo's home is my synagogue
I exult in the sculpture to sling a shot
Goliath goes down like a sack of potatoes
He's wacker than j-lo getting back on the yayo
Wack as an Iraqi in a range with a kangal
Soccer socks & sandals dropping a handle
The ivy league crowd that screams party fowl
When you accidentally burn the apartment down
We've all been there we've all been convicted
Of arson afflicted with arsenic sickness
The carcinogens & the carbon monoxide
The carsick engines & the Barbie peroxide
Apart from them things & the arduous rockslides
Karma to pigs when the farmer's been hogtied
I bask on the daily like those dudes in cancun
I ask an Israeli if the uzi's sandproof
My rap is an alien positioned to rule earth
He's dissing the ruler cause he's missing the full girth

TUBE TOPS DOWN
MINI-SKIRTS UP
HOODIES ALL AROUND
CROWD INTO THE TRUCK
CRUISE DOWNTOWN
ENTER THE FIRST PUB
SHOTS ALL AROUND WE BOUND TO GET BUZZED-

Listen little lolli licker whistle with a shot of liquor
Look at little lulu doing voodoo on a lotto ticket
Wacko jacko bought a face
Kissed a kid & caught a case
Got acquitted all is safe
All attorneys got a raise
I would say I'm more abstract than susan atkins boozing in iraq
I've been more or less out of my mind since leslie van houten was out
of her mind
I rest on the couch then I'm out on the grind
Listen lady stop & say wow to my rhyme
I been told you like a thousand times
I climb hip hop hill like a mountain lion
If rap had its own SATs & shit
I finna get a 16 with tits
I finna get a 16 with tits
Cause statch is a fact it's the way we live
just jokin officer
smokin officer
oh this officer's sexy!
then i looked at her nipples
realized she's a stripper
as she whispered 'don't respect me'
oh baby what do you take me for?
you were never in jeopardy of being respected
from the moment you walked through that door
you're just a sex object my clique inspected
so show me ho what they pay you for
you weren't even born back in '84
but wow look at you now
you're a naked whore
and oh my you reside in my favorite dorm
so we're gonna hop in a yellow sedan
he opens the box and i tell him the plan
33 washington square west
she's dirty see i'm washing her bare breasts
i've been mysognistic
long before i got a c+ in statistics
i've been shaming my sisters & mama
before i ever got an A in irish drama
i been editing my thoughts & now
if it isn't hot i edited it out
i been edited my thoughts a lot
if the edit isn't hot
i never let it drop

TUBE TOPS DOWN
MINI-SKIRTS UP
HOODIES ALL AROUND
CROWD INTO THE TRUCK
CRUISE DOWNTOWN
ENTER THE FIRST PUB
SHOTS ALL AROUND WE BOUND TO GET BUZZED-

Sunday, January 15, 2006

!RAP!

it's 2006. nuffffsaiiiiiiiiiid. that's how i talk in real life &
this is all just pretend. i hope i cut an album as tight as All Eyez
on Me (Book Two). if you have this album, i recommend Shorty Wanna Be
a Thug, to be played immediately. Tupac is tight - he was always
onpoint. that is not a word; it totally needs a dash. that wasn't a
semi-colon situation. i break literary rules because my parents teach
english. i'm like the cop's daughter who has been around. anyway, i'm
producing a whole lot of new music. i love love love it. i was
talking with my sister about it. how i don't want a girlfriend to take
time away from this. rap rap rap. all i ever wanna do. oh - come see
a show. i wifed bird.